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Raven hovered in the air, clad with his majestic silver armor and his Archaic Thousand Arms Hammer raised.
Above him was titanic sized hand covered with a sparkling golden hue. The Golden Hand radiated a kind of power that none of the primates had ever felt before.
It was awe-inspiring, strong and impossibly huge.
None of the primates had any doubts that if this hand fell down, it will create so much devastation and will wipe out a good chunk of the land.
To them, Raven looked nothing like a human right now.
In their eyes, he was a god.
A death god who's peace was disturbed and is handing down judgement on behalf of the heavens.
"Stop speaking nonsense!!"
Harry roared out in anger and fear. He was impressed by himself since he was still able to speak even after being exposed to this godly power. But regardless of what he felt, he still needed to try his best to stop Raven, or else his tribe cease to exist.
